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He Still Sings

I would say I am sorry for not blogging more often, but really I am not.  It is hard to type while you are holding a baby and for the last 6 weeks my arms have been quite full!  Even now my newest bundle is pressed warm on my chest here in the overstuffed recliner.  She can feel the rhythm of my breathing soft against her head.  Her ear pressed in close to my heart.  The familiar beat lulling her to sweet sleep.

Is this how God longs to hold us?

Wrapped up tightly in strong but tender arms.
His life breath pouring over us.  
Our ears pressed tightly to His chest.
Pulled in close where we can hear His heartbeat.
And when we scream and struggle,
He whispers words of comfort.
And pulls us even closer. 
To hear the sweet song He sings over us.

Yes, I think this must be how it is.  Even when we don't comprehend the words of the song.  He still sings.  And eventually we learn to recognize the melody.   Then we stop our squirmy fighting and relax in arms so strong.  He still sings.   And we breathe in peace deep down.  Because really we are helpless on our own anyway.  Even in the darkness.  He still sings.  The melody of  love seeps in slowly.  Driving out our fears and doubts.  Even when we cannot understand.  He still sings.



When we have reached the very bottom...
The eternal God is your refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms.  Deuteronomy 33:27

This is a verse I memorized and turned over and over in my mind in the months before Makiah died.  I have hated it and loved it since...
The Lord your God in your midst,
The Mighty One, will save;
He will rejoice over you with gladness,
He will quiet you with His love,
He will rejoice over you with singing.”  
Zephaniah 3:17

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